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eu vi com olhos abertos
eighty anos passaram, e mais
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
sombras voadas que varrem perto
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
mulher boa
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
acima de e para baixo vai
era uma beleza nos dias

 



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